Touching the least of all
at times is touching the most
A fingertip traces lightly as
a leg a quiver to post

A moment extended like our breath
and tempered in stainless steel
You don't know and I can't tell
how long we felt it real

All in you and all around
a templing urge to feel
All around me and in me
your eyes grow wide and peel

Share the overlapping hairs
between our souls and skin
This dying for the living
is how our hopes begin

The muscles in your neck
pull back my stretching fingers
Your eyes wrap me closing hard
the firmness of a wringer

I was only asking now
if you would whisper "please" -
Now I'm buried to my ears
and curse your buckled knees

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